"Good," Doryx said, taking the glass from her and setting to the side, matter-of-fact-like. "Now, let me take a few vitals." He moved back and set the notes aside, reaching up and feeling along her neck, where her pulse was, and her face. He paused then and watched her expression, seeing his reflection mirrored in her eyes, and the anger and the fear there.
He said nothing and resumed taking her temperature, her heart rate, hands measuring along her neck, her pulse, and chest, and even looking into her eyes for reaction to light. "Heart rate is high, but that's understandable. How would you say you feel right now, physically?"